I try

I can't seem to do good with my life,

or to be who I'm supposed to be.

I try something new to be cut down with a knife,

nothing I do is good enough for you it seems.

I tried to make something happen that's good,

but I'm cursed and it will never end.

I'm drowning in sorrow I guess I should,

because to you you think I don't bend.

This grief should soon end as I try my best,

to keep my family happy and fed.

In your eyes I don't try like all the rest,

like I would rather lie in my bed.

Maybe someday you will see my real side,

the side I cannot ever mend back to "sane".

I am who I am and I stated it, not hide,

the problems in which I try so hard to tame.